Chapter 60 A Warning
Andrea was shocked to hear that Rhonda was in town. She must’ve asked Case a thousand times if he was sure she hadn’t called ahead. It just seemed so odd for her to show up like that. He said he was positive—she hadn’t said a word.
At dinner that night, she insisted they go someplace nice. Case hadn’t been able to get reservations at such late notice for any of the five star restaurants in town. He just wasn’t famous enough. It had taken Kelsey some time, but she’d managed to get them in to Fabions, a nice Italian place, and Rhonda had said, “It will do, I suppose.” Now, Andrea was sitting next to her, across from Case, Charlie also between them, wondering what in the world had gone wrong with her life that nothing could ever go right.
“So… you like to dance, do you?” Rhonda asked, taking a sip of her wine. Clearly, she’d had too much already.
“I do like to dance, though I don’t do it often.” Andrea decided to play the bigger person and not give in to Rhonda’s bating.
“Apparently, you do it often enough. I saw some not-so-flattering pictures of you taken recently. Who was that man? Travis something-or-other?”
“Travis Copper,” Andrea supplied, thinking perhaps she just hadn’t had enough wine. “He’s my co-star. A friend.”
“Travis is a bit of a lady’s man, ain’t he?” Charlie asked. “Always barkin’ up the next skirt that flutters his way?”
“Yes, I would say so.” Andrea smiled at him, glad he was on her side. Charlie was such a great guy. She was so glad he was Case’s friend, and now hers.
“Well, if that’s the case, you should probably be careful. He’s probably got some horrible venereal disease.”
Case had been taking a drink when his mother spoke, and he almost choked on it. He sputtered a few times and covered his mouth with a napkin.
“Uh, I can assure you… all of the bedroom scenes I do are simulated,” Andrea said, her face turning red.
“Really? That’s not what I’ve heard at all. Huh!” Rhonda took a bite of her pasta and then said, “I guess it’s just the directors then that get the real you.”
“I beg your pardon?” Andrea said, her eyes enlarged.
“Mom, knock it off,” Case insisted, leaning toward her. “Can we please talk about something else?”
“Certainly. Let’s talk about my friend Katherine’s grandbaby. Did you know her daughter is six months pregnant? She’s so happy. And of course, since my own daughter is a lesbian, I’ll never have any grandchildren unless you provide them, Case.”
“Mom, your daughter is not a lesbian, but even if she was, that doesn’t mean she can’t have children.” Case was exasperated, and Andrea was just thankful she could go back to her own apartment in an hour or two. Now would’ve been a good time to invite Case over if that wouldn’t leave poor Charlie to fend for himself.
As if reading her mind, Charlie said, “By the way, Andrea, how many bedrooms do you have?”
“Uh, three. Why?”
“Great. Would you mind if I stayed at your place the next couple of nights so Ms. Meyer can have my room?”
“No, that’s fine. I’ll text Kelsey and let her know. We have a tendency to toss stuff on that third bed.”
“Tell her not to go to any trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. Kelsey likes to organize when she has an excuse.” She smiled at Charlie and then took her phone out of her bag.
“So rude to have your phone out at the table.” Rhonda tsked under her breath.
Andrea wanted to tell her it was also rude to invite herself to stay with Case with no warning, but she just ignored her, finished the text, and put her phone away.
“I need to use the restroom. Andrea, would you accompany me, please?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Uh….”
“Mom, surely you can use the bathroom by yourself.”
“Now, now, Case. Women always accompany each other to the restroom.” She stood. “Come along, Andrea.”
With a deep breath, Andrea followed, terrified of what Rhonda wanted with her.
Rhonda was pleasant enough as they walked into the restroom together, talking about how lovely Andrea’s gown was and where she got her earrings.
They walked in and used the facilities. When they were done, Rhonda took her time washing her hands. Another woman finished up at the sink and left the room, leaving Andrea alone with Rhonda. “Listen, honey, there’s something I want to say to you.” Rhonda grabbed a paper towel and meticulously dried her hands, thinking the entire time, her eyes narrowed.
“What is it?” Andrea finally asked her.
Getting right up next to her face, Rhonda said, “I want you to stay the f*ck away from my son, got it, b*tch?”
Andrea’s eyes widened at hearing the normally polished woman use such foul language. “I beg your pardon?”
“You can try to fool everyone with your sweetness, try and make everyone think you’re innocent, that you’re so perfect. But I know the truth. I know what you did to Sarah, you stupid b*tch. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave Case the f*ck alone. Or else, I will make your life miserable. Do you hear me?”
Before Andrea could answer, the door opened, and two more women walked in, chatting.
Rhonda didn’t wait for an answer. She walked out of the bathroom ahead of Andrea, leaving her standing there with her mouth agape, trying to collect her thoughts—and remember how to breathe.
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